FF – What Cats Think
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

I lurk behind the pulped tree matter, planning my move…
“What’s Miss Fluffypaws doing up there?”
“She’s fine, sweetie, leave her alone.”
… all undetected, I await, invisible, until it’s time to strike…
“She looks like she’s lurking.”
“She always looks like she’s lurking.”
… little do the two-legs suspect that their end is at hand…
“She’s looking at me funny, Dad!”
“Well, that’s cats for you.”
… I prepare to pounce, this is the Age of the Cat!…
“She knows we’re the ones who supply her food.”
… the two-legs make a good point… cancel attack… prepare to take nap… zzzzzzzzz
FF – Make Klaziquarg Great Again!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Bill Reynolds.

“You forgot where you parked the space module? It’s camouflaged as a truck and it could be on any planet, in any galaxy, in any time period? It could be anywhere, anywhen?”
“Yep. No wait, there it is.”
“What are the odds? Hang on, some bits have fallen off.”
“That’s just the disguise. No wait, it’s the warp drive.”
“Can you fix it?”
“Nope. How will we get back home to Klaziquarg?”
“I have a plan. I’ll put on an orange wig, get myself elected to high office and divert the nation’s finances to fixing our ship.”
“Make Klaziquarg great again!”
“Huzzah!”
FF – On the Plus Side
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
Sebastian hurried home, shivering. He’d freeze before long. Midday? Might as well be midnight.
Looking up he could see candlelight flickering in a few homes. Some said they made the tallow from dead people. Rubbish, what a waste! A decent-sized dead person could feed a family for a week.
He swore as he stumbled over a frozen corpse and picked up his pace. Many would kill him for the food he’d found. Probably the last tin of beans on the planet.
Nuclear winter was no joke, but on the plus side, the human race had finally solved global warming.
FF – Destroying the Lobster
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself.

Patrons screamed as a black-clad figure smashed through the ceiling window, dropping to the floor.
“Come out, Lobster!” he snarled. “Your evil-doing days are done!”
“Good evening, Sir,” said a waiter, quite unphased. “Table for one?”
“What? Where is the Lobster?”
“I’m sure I don’t know, Sir. Maybe a cocktail while you wait?”
“I’m a top agent, dammit!”
“That’s nice, Sir.”
“I’ve got the wrong address again, haven’t I?”
“Indeed. We do have lobster, if Sir would care to choose one?”
“Fine. I’ll destroy the lobster one way or another.”
“Certainly, Sir. I’ll have the ceiling repairs added to your bill, Sir.”
FF – The Wrong Book
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
“Hi, excuse me?”
“I’m in the middle of Children’s Story Time…”
“Won’t take a sec. Do you have a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh and the Horrible Demise of Eeyore?”
“Um…”
“Rapunzel and the Tower Plummet? Jack and Jill 2 – Undead Resurrection?”
“This is a Children’s Library, Sir!”
“The Famous Five and the Mystery of the Disembowelled Corpse?”
“Please leave! You’re upsetting the children, giving them ideas!”
“Humph. Bye, then.”
“Now, children, where was I?”
“Please, Sir, Goldilocks, Sir! I reckon Baby Bear’s gonna rip her face off! I would if she ate my porridge!”
“Aargh! What will I tell the parents…?”












